Forbidden jutsu weren’t exactly his expertise, but at the very least Deidara knew this wasn’t quite the same as the Edo Tensei.
For a start, his Edo Tensei body would reassemble like some sort of strange, hollow shell akin to papier-mâché; this body, however, was a vessel that seemed to function as any human would–at least until malnourished or injured, whereby it would assume the appearance and behaviour of clay. This was a particular inconvenience, as he became highly susceptible to the elements in the exact way one would expect… and if his body became too deprived, he would return to the earth until enough nutrients had been absorbed to fully reform.
Of course, those problems paled in comparison to the fact his one joy in life had been torn from him in this new round of undeath. Without the ability to perform his art, this existence was nothing short of torture–thus he set his focus on finding as much information as he could.
After some weeks of searching, scouting and seeking leads, the few Deidara had filtered from the many dead ends led him to the Land of Fire. It seemed too obvious that it should be here, the birthplace of the Edo Tensei. That in itself would have been acceptable to him, but his sources told him that his potential help came in the form of an Uchiha. He didn’t actually know which Uchiha–the descriptions of sightings had been vague–but it didn’t take a lot to figure out that he, too, must be a reanimation given the near-extinct status of the clan.
Deidara approached the supposed location where an old and seemingly disused building broke miles of forest–and here, he took a moment to steel himself. There was no way he could just waltz up and bang on the door, so he remained under the cover of trees and released a clay bat towards the entrance. It dropped a small scroll containing the messily scrawled message ‘I need your help. I shouldn’t be here.’ before returning to his outstretched hand–he hoped it would be clear enough.
░▒▌╳▐ ɪ ʟ ʟ ᴜ s ɪ ᴏ ɴ ɪ s ᴛ
THERE WERE many hide outs scattered through out the Land of Fire that belonged to the Uchiha, back from a time where Konohagakure was yet to be materialized by the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju and Madara. Many of them were DESTROYED by war and time but a few stood still and it's in them that he has found refuge to keep his existence hidden whilst investigating the PREDICAMENT at hand. However, he knows he cannot entirely hide himself if he intends on luring others ( the user of this jutsu amongst them ) towards him, so Itachi is careful in his acts yet, the scroll that he finds by the entrance of the hide out was unexpected. Rather than retrieving it himself, it’s a crow that flies over to grasp and bringing it towards him, and swiftly, the undead shinobi makes certain this was no deception in the likes of a summoning jutsu that would be triggered the moment he opens it. It was a mere regular piece, so it seems, and so the Uchiha unfurls it to read a simple message that has him frown momentarily.
There are very faint traces of chakra on the scroll. There was the expectation that the trace would be foreign, belonging to the jutsu user but this one was surprisingly familiar. After joining the Akatsuki, he took the careful time to learn as much as he could about its members but this particular one he's most acquainted with because he was the one RESPONSIBLE for his recruitment after defeating him in a battle using his Sharingan. Gaze reads over the words once more and the message is now clearer. There is no mistaking the chakra and so it means that Deidara is now alive, as he is—neither of them are supposed to be there.
Rolling the scroll, Itachi returns to the entrance of the ruined hide out and to the forest, crimson eyes surveying the trees because certainly, the other man must be somewhere nearby. How much is the former Akatsuki aware of what's happening? Albeit the lingering sense of RIVALRY that has always existed between the two ever since their battle, the Uchiha knows that meeting with another who has been subjected to this hellish jutsu would be beneficial. Wordlessly, once he confirms the assumption, he lifts the hand holding the scroll and waits for the approach.
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